How do you count time?
Typically in March, I count out all 31 days. I’m not sure if the counting was to continually urge myself on or just a way of consecutively mark the time. Are you counting up? Are you counting down? This year I decided NOT to put the number for each day on the post title. I think it was a result of how differently time has felt during the last year . . .
since that fateful Friday the 13th of March, 2020.
It’s been a year since the pandemic actually took root in the US. A year of changes. Of course it was going to be two weeks. Then 8 weeks. And then . . .
It was like the movie Groundhog Day . . . over and over and over.
During the last year, time often felt frozen. Days melted into each other. Days lasted for a hundred hours. Months lasted for 100 days. Time moved so very slowly! The year felt like decades passed.
It was a strange sense of time. Patterns of getting up. Going to work. Going to appointments. All disrupted. Time existed on another plane.
How would you describe the passage of time during the last year? What do you anticipate for the future?
Thank you, Two Writing Teachers, for this daily forum during the month of March. Check out the writers and readers here.